High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 40 The Flow of Stars
On the arena, stars and rivers flowed.

Before starting the matchmaking process, Qin Feng first brought up his personal information panel.

[ID]: Qin

[Rank]: None

[Ranking Record]: 0 wins, 0 losses

Points: 0
[Self-introduction]: None

[Enemy Evaluation]: None

His gaze lingered on the "Self-Introduction" section for a moment, then he reached out and tapped a few times on the virtual screen.

A new line of text replaced the original blank space.

[Self-introduction: Practitioner of "Thousand Army Spears"]

After making this small change, I was matched with an opponent.

[Matching you for your first placement match...]

【Successful match! 】

A stream of data swept past Qin Feng at high speed, eventually condensing into a detailed information panel for his opponent.

[ID]: Chang Gengxing-Alpha

[Rank]: First Rank

Points: 85
[Record]: 121 wins, 135 losses

[Self-introduction]: Member of the Third Gunnery Squad, Seventh Planetary Defense Force, Sirius Arm.

[Enemy Evaluation (10+)]: Marksmanship is standard, but that's all; a textbook opponent; his thrusts are quick, be careful; his counter-attacks are well done; ...

At the other end of the arena, light and shadow converged, and a tall man dressed in a standard light combat uniform slowly condensed into form.

In his hand, he also held a three-meter-long alloy spear.

Please select your weapon and armor.

An equipment selection interface appeared in front of Qin Feng.

He chose a standard-issue rifle and lightweight composite armor that were almost identical to his opponent's.

In an absolutely fair competitive environment, the influence of external factors is minimized, and what is being compared is pure skill, awareness, and level of understanding.

【5, 4, 3, 2, 1...】

[Battle begins!]

The moment the countdown reached zero, the Alpha on the other side moved.

He pushed off with his feet, his body lunging forward like a cheetah, his spear held steadily at shoulder height, the tip pointing directly at Qin Feng's throat, accompanied by a soft whooshing sound.

This was a textbook example of a battlefield thrust.

Speed, power, and angle are all impeccable.

Faced with this swift attack, Qin Feng merely shifted his body slightly to the side.

He didn't even raise his gun to parry; he merely dodged the deadly spear tip by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, the spear in his hand moved.

It wasn't a stab, nor a sweep, but an incredibly light upward flick.

The gun barrel struck the lower edge of the opponent's gun precisely.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

A refined and subtle force was transmitted along the gun barrel.

Alpha's seemingly inevitable thrust instantly lost its aim, the tip of his spear rising uncontrollably, revealing a huge opening.

Qin Feng's movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause.

The instant he deflected the opponent's spear, he flicked his wrist, and the spear tip, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, struck Alpha's forearm at an unbelievable angle.

Alpha had no time to react. He felt a numbness in his wrist, followed by a piercing pain, and his fingers instinctively loosened.

"Clang!"

The spear in his hand fell to the ground.

The outcome has been decided.

The entire process, from the start of the fight to its end, took only two seconds.

【victory! 】

[Through practical combat, you have summarized your experience in using gun techniques, and your proficiency in "Thousand Army Spear" has increased by 1.]

The cold, impersonal system notification sounds rang out one after another.

Alpha's silhouette transformed into specks of light.

Before disappearing, he gave a standard military salute in Qin Feng's direction, expressing his respect for the skill of the strong.

Qin Feng holstered his gun and stood there, calmly watching everything unfold.

The first match was an easy victory.

Without pausing, he immediately chose to start the second match.

[Matching you for your second placement match...] [Match successful!]

[ID]: Madman Stick

[Rank]: First Rank

Points: 152
[Record]: 355 wins, 340 losses

[Self-introduction]: I can sweep away a whole area with my stick and cure all kinds of dissent.

[Enemy Evaluations (999+ excerpts)]: Haven't won in eight hundred years?; The pressure is too intense, giving no chance to breathe; Extremely low quality, disgusting...

The opponent's figure materialized into a burly, muscular, bald man.

He was carrying a metal rod that was as thick as a bowl and two and a half meters long, with ferocious beast reliefs carved all over its body.

[Battle begins!]

This time, Qin Feng did not wait any longer.

At the very last second before the countdown ended, he launched the first attack.

The spear in his hand transformed into a silver lightning bolt, piercing straight into the opponent's center.

Faced with this lightning-fast shot, the burly man known as "Madman Stick" neither dodged nor evaded, and even revealed a sinister smile on his face.

He held the stick with both hands and slammed it down!
"call--"

The heavy staff, carrying immense force, whipped up a gust of wind and slammed fiercely towards the tip of Qin Feng's spear.

"clang!!!"

A deafening roar, far heavier and louder than before, exploded on the arena.

Qin Feng felt an irresistible, terrifying force coming from the tip of the gun, which made his tiger's mouth go numb and his entire arm tremble.

His powerful shot, imbued with all his strength, was effortlessly smashed open by the opponent.

Before he could regain his footing, the opponent's second attack came right after him.

With a flick of his wrist, the burly man made the heavy staff seem weightless in his hand, transforming it into a sky full of staff shadows, like an impenetrable black storm, descending upon Qin Feng.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of rapid, teeth-grinding impacts rang out.

Qin Feng exerted all his strength, pushing the defensive moves of "Thousand Army Spears" to their limit.

His spear danced in front of him like a silver halo, constantly blocking, deflecting, and neutralizing attacks coming from all directions.

However, the opponent's stick fighting technique was far too violent and too cunning.

The staff's shadow sometimes moved with wide, powerful strokes, and at other times it was agile and unpredictable, targeting his blind spots.

Under the relentless onslaught, Qin Feng's defensive perimeter was gradually compressed, forcing him to retreat step by step.

He couldn't even find a single opportunity to retaliate.

The opponent's attacks were relentless, each blow heavier than the last, creating an oppressive atmosphere that was almost suffocating.

"drink!"

The burly man roared and changed his stance with the stick.

Suddenly, the long staff in his hand swept horizontally, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, aiming straight for Qin Feng's lower body.

Qin Feng quickly changed his move, lowering his spear to parry.

"clang!"

There was another loud noise.

Just as the guns and clubs clashed, the burly man flicked his wrist again.

The long stick seemed to come alive, sliding upwards along Qin Feng's spear shaft.

Qin Feng was startled and tried to draw his gun and retreat, but it was too late.

The burly man grinned maliciously, lunged forward, and thrust his long stick forward.

"boom!"

The heavy stick pierced Qin Feng's chest solidly.

A tremendous force struck him, and Qin Feng was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the arena floor more than ten meters away.

【fail! 】

[Through this crushing defeat, you have come to deeply appreciate the overwhelming power of the staff technique and reflected on the shortcomings of your own spear technique. Proficiency in "Thousand Army Spear" +3]

The cold, impersonal notification tone signaled the end of this battle, which was never going to be a contest.

Qin Feng stood up from the ground. The suffocating feeling in his chest from the heavy blow, though virtual, was still incredibly real.

He looked at the bald, burly man carrying a long stick who was making a rude gesture at him, and slowly exhaled.

Completely defeated.

There was no room for complacency.

His opponent completely overwhelmed him in terms of strength, techniques, and experience.

Qin Feng was not discouraged. He simply memorized every detail of the battle and then started the third match with a blank expression.

(End of this chapter)